Oh! pyre pyre,
Your marriage is now solemnised,
The groom, the fire is here, and I,
The priest that not just binds, but burns,
To unite you, in holy matrimony,
As the sun would marry the water to the clouds,
As the wind would marry the sand to the desert,
I shall bring you together, and then be seen no more,
As you both run, chase each other, through my every pore,
And only you two, in holy matrimony, would be at the fore
Your marriage is now solemnised,
The groom, the fire is here, and I,
The priest that not just binds, but burns,
To unite you, in holy matrimony,
As the sun would marry the water to the clouds,
As the wind would marry the sand to the desert,
I shall bring you together, and then be seen no more,
As you both run, chase each other, through my every pore,
And only you two, in holy matrimony, would be at the fore
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